been there, done that, got the t-shirt

last night i saw someone out wearing a john peel commemorative t-shirt. now i can undestand why someone might want to get a t-shirt with the guy on it, certainly more than i can understand a load of von dutch clones wandering around, the guys had a pretty profound effect on the uk music scene. that's not a problem. i just find it a little cynical thta some fucker somewhere is selling t-shirt and raking the money in before the guy's body's even cold.

teenage dreams, so hard to beat

i'm not usually a huge fan of the national outpouring of emotion (or the personal kind if we're being honest). i was largely unimpressed with the diana thing. the overiding emotion when the queen mumsy snuffed it was most likely mild amusement at the absurdity of it all. so imagine my surprise when i realise i was actually genuinely a little sad that that nice old john peel chap had died. it's not as if i was a devoted listener to either of his radio shows - in fact i think i probably caught a bit of his radio 1 show maybe once or twice a good few years ago. tho i'd not really been that into what he was doing, the results of it have had a pretty profound effect on me. music's always my great love and the list of acts that peel helped to break reads like a long list of many of my all time favourites, from joy division twenty odd years ago to bloc party who were meant to be recording their peel session next week, and with plenty of stops in between. if he was the only dj out there working against the grain in giving people like that a break, where does that leave us now? at the peril of simon cowell, clearchannel and time warner i suppose. and that's not a good place to be for anyone. looks like i might have to seriously considering making the trek to glastonbury next year cos, let's face it, without peely there's going to be fuck-all joy to be had from watching it on the beeb.

a heart of stone, a smoking gun

so, it's saturday night and i'm sat in front of the computer writing this shit. that probably speaks more about the state of my life at the moment than anything i could possibly write in here. but that's not gonna stop me. so my shortlived spell as a pedestrian is at an end and not a moment too soon. tho i'd gladly get rid of the damn thing if only i had a nice job i could get to on a bus. i could read then. or look out the window. but alas no. i'll be contending with school mums in their big fuck off jeep things, brainless people who can't grasp the concept of a box junction and kamakazi cyclists for a while longer by the looks of things.

i'm tender and i'm tired

isn't the weather cheery at the moment? i think there's more and a little pathetic fallacy going on. with the sky having taken on a permentant state of being the same colour as the background to this site, life's more than a little grey right now. while the details are sketchy vortex 3 was pretty good. tho, thanks to the famous cock (who deserve to be named and shamed) stopping serving food 3 hours early, ended up involving a lot more vomit than we would have hoped for. at least that meant (and this is subject to no-one from work reading this) i got to catch up on some judge judy on monday rather than heading back to work. tuesday came and went pretty uneventfully from what i can remember, most likely a case of same shit - different day. today's been a bit of a bastard really. car went in for MOT. didn't come out again. fuck. guess i'll be handing over a shit load of money i can't afford and spending the next couple of days as a pedestrian. happy days indeed. in other news, i'm looking for another job. not that seriously quite yet, cos xmas @ my place is a piece of piss so i won't be heartbroken if i have to hang about til then. but the money shit. and it'd be nice if i could find somewhere i can get to on a bus or something so i can get right of the piece-of-shit car before something falls off it. and i have a sneaking suspicion one of my freelancing clients is in the process of ripping me off. i realise this post isn't really in keeping with the rest of this blog thing, but i'm sure it's best to share these things. oh yeah, all men are bastards too. maybe.

love and destroy

the sun's come out. which has to be a good thing. this country's been phenominally miserable weather wise recently but it seems to have lifted slightly. a coincidence that michael fish has recently retired? i think not. so, yeah. i've been kinda ill for the past week or so. nothing terribly exciting, the standard cold thing that i'd be tempted to call flu is i was being dramatic about it. it seems to have settled into a bit of a slightly-sniffly, plenty of coughing rut at the moment. i suppose i'll be back at work again tomorrow. more's the pity. ah well, rent's gotta be paid somehow. and tomorrow will see a large chunk of my bank balance winging it's way to gigsandtours.com. looks like my hop over to the continent will be put on hold for a while. again. in the meantime, tonight is vortex of now 3 - this time without the selfish cunt. though i'd really be best advised to spend the night infront of the tele, which isn't that bad tonight. ah well, maybe get a free badge. i'm gonna be in a great mood at work in the morning.

if you had such a dream, could you get up and do the things you believe in?

so it looks like i've been being a bit slack on the updating front. i guess that's not neccesarily a bad thing tho, cos there's a reasonably good chance that one reason for not writing in here is that i've been busy doing other much more exciting stuff. and it's not that i've been a busy boy doing the usual sort of unproductive rubbish i usually spend my time on - tho there has been a reasonable amount of time put aside for that sort of thing. the bid for global domination starts here i guess. you would have thought that my first entry for a few weeks would be a bit more exciting, but nevermind. c'est la vie.